10-18-2002, 04:28 AM
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Join Date: Nov 2001
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My first memory is when my friend Michael and I played, it was me insulting him about his lame Dark Vaderish head. |
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But came the day, when youth was worn away,
and locks once thought of steel and fire,
proved both ephemeral and unreal
against the onslaught of the years.
How wrong are the young to believe in secrets
or enchanted woods.
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